Provoke: A Seaside Pictures Novella
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Except I had no idea where Braden and I stood.
I was so proud of him, I wanted to cry. His words would impact the world, like I’d said. I just wanted to be a part of the journey.
“Hey.” Will walked up. “Nailed the interview.”
I gave him a soft smile. “Thank you.”
“Wait.” Braden suddenly broke free from Alec and Demetri and pinned Will with his stare. “You knew about the interview?”
Crap.
Will gave me an uneasy look and then held up his hands and backed away slowly.
Braden’s hurt expression didn’t help things.
“Let’s go talk?” I offered, grabbing his hand and pulling him out to the balcony. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders while I exhaled a shaky breath. “You were great tonight.”
“I was petrified,” he answered. “I’m glad you didn’t tell me. I think it would have made it worse, the anticipation of it all. And when I saw the pictures and the families…” He shook his head. “How is it that you’ve known me for only thirteen days and know exactly what I need when I need it?”
I smirked. “Life coach.”
“Bullshit.” He jerked his chin in my direction. “Give me the real answer.”
I gulped. “Because I recognize your pain like it’s mine, and I would do anything in this world to make it better.”
He gasped, and then he pulled me into his arms, tugging me by the blanket. “Stay. I’ll do anything if you just stay. Damn it, stay.” He kissed my forehead. “Stay.” Then my cheeks. “Stay.” Then my lips as he whispered across them, “Stay.”
A tear ran down my cheek. He caught it with his fingers. “Why does staying make you sad?”
“I was afraid you’d be pissed that I pushed you,” I admitted. “Afraid you wouldn’t want me to stay after all of this when it’s the only thing I want.”
Our foreheads touched. “Piper, I would have chased you, tackled you to the ground, and begged you like the obsessed, in-love fool I am.”
“Love?” Tears welled. “But it’s so soon. Are we crazy for—?”
His mouth found mine, but before the kiss truly got going, he pulled away. “Life is short. Love can be given just as quickly as it can be taken. I’m done living in fear. I just want to live by your side.”
I hugged him tightly.
After an intense moment, he abruptly released me. “Be right back.”
He was gone maybe thirty seconds, but when he came back, it was with his vision board.
I smiled. “You’ve been busy.”
“Very,” he admitted. He pointed to a picture. It was of me before I got stung by the jellyfish. I looked so happy. Underneath it, he had put one word: forever.
I gasped. “When did you put this on?”
“Days ago,” he said. “And I’m keeping it because I’m keeping you, even if I have to make up a fake job for you so I can have you on tour.”
I grinned. “You won’t have to.”
“Huh?” He put the board down on the table. “Explain.”
“That’s how Will knew I was interviewing with the production company. Will suggested that they have a life coach on tour to help the guys stay focused on their music and goals, and I nailed the interview. They offered me the job during the concert via email. I leave with you—”
He jerked me against him, meeting my mouth with a punishing kiss, and then he tossed me over his shoulder and marched into the house.
“Daddy, Daddy, why does Uncle B have a girl over his shoulder?” one of the kids asked.
Alec muttered a curse and then said, “Headphones!”
His two kids put their hands on their ears only to have Trevor’s eldest demand, “Why are they going to bed already? You said we could stay up late!”
“Uncle B’s in trouble, that’s why,” Drew said, not helpfully. “Hey, let’s uh, turn up the volume on Frozen Two, and play the sing-along game!”
The kids cheered.
The adults all smirked at us.
And then the door to Braden’s room closed.
Clothes were thrown in seconds.
Mouths clashed.
And I was his.
Epilogue
Braden
1 Year Later
“How’s it going!” I shouted into the microphone amidst the screams. “We’re so glad you guys could come out and join us for our second annual benefit concert to prevent violence.”
More cheers.
“And a very special thank you to my gorgeous, pregnant wife for helping us coordinate this very personal project. Let’s give her a round of applause.” I turned to her stage left.
She was glowing, due in a few days, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
The wives were all backstage, while the guys and I were preparing for our sets. I knew Piper would be in good hands with all the ladies—they were used to this sort of thing.
After the sold-out world tour, we decided that we needed to do something more, something better. Because when we sang, people listened.
So we made it an annual concert event in Seaside.
We raised money.
And we tried to create change in a world of people who too often said they agreed with you only to push back when it made them uncomfortable or didn’t benefit them.
Piper got pregnant nearly two months after the tour started. I had found her puking her guts out and immediately thought she had the flu, only to be overjoyed when we found out that she was carrying my child.
Didn’t matter that we’d fallen quickly. After all, trauma forced you to grow up fast, and I’d been a grown-up since my dad left, taking care of my mom and my family for as long as I could remember.
I grinned at the sold-out crowd camped out on the beach and said a prayer of thanks for the very uptight Pollyanna who had stomped into my life and forced me to make a vision board that was still hanging up in my house, glittery blue penis and all.
In order to change, we sometimes had to get uncomfortable. But it only lasted a minute before you found yourself stepping out of the darkness and into the light.
“Let’s get this party started!” I yelled as I strummed the chords to my newest hit single, Vision.
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It’s not every day you're slapped on stage by two different women you've been dating for the last year.
I know what you're thinking. What sort of ballsy woman gets on stage and slaps a rockstar? Does nobody have self-control anymore? It may have been the talk of the Grammys.
Oh, yeah, forgot to mention that. I, Ty Cuban, was taken down by two psychotic women in front of the entire world. Lucky for us the audience thought it was part of the breakup song my band and I had just finished performing. I was thirty-three, hardly ready to settle down.
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Until now. Until my forced hiatus teaching freaking guitar lessons at the local studio for the next two months. Part of my punishment, do something for the community while I think deep thoughts about all my life choices.
Sixty days of hell.
It doesn't help that the other volunteer is a past flame that literally looks at me as if I've sold my soul to the devil. She has the voice of an angel and looks to kill—I would know, because she looks ready to kill me every second of every day. I broke her heart when we were on tour together a decade ago.
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She left.
Two words I can't really get out of my head.
She left us.
Three more words that make it that much worse.
Three being another word I can't seem to wrap my mind around.
Three kids under the age of six, and she left because she missed it. Because her dream had never been to have a family, no, her dream had been to marry a rockstar and live the high life.
Moving my recording studio to Seaside Oregon seems like the best idea in the world right now especially since Seaside Oregon has turned into the place for celebrities to stay and raise families in between touring and producing. It would be lucrative to make the move, but I'm doing it for my kids because they need normal, they deserve normal. And me? Well, I just need a break and help, that too. I need a sitter and fast. Someone who won't flip me off when I ask them to sign an Iron Clad NDA, someone who won't sell our pictures to the press, and most of all? Someone who looks absolutely nothing like my ex-wife.
He's tall.
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“Welcome to day one!” Professor Dickface’s eyes roamed around the room, purposefully scanning over us even though I had a middle finger raised in greeting right along with Serena, well at least we could agree on something, pissing off the professors enough to scare them shitless. “If you’ll all log onto your blackboard app, we can go over this year’s syllabus.”
“Overjoyed,” I said under my breath.
“Do you mind?” Serena hissed. “I’m learning here.”
She literally had Snapchat open.
“Uh-huh.” I elbowed her side only to feel the steel of a knife against my dick.
I kept my smirk in and lost when we both locked eyes.
Shit, I knew that look.
And I knew what typically followed.
The best sex of my life.
“No,” I whispered hoarsely even though I let my eyes freely roam over her tight leather skirt down to gorgeous legs that I wanted to lick my way up. “Hell, no.”
I jerked in my seat and nearly impaled myself on her knife when her hand slid across the front of my jeans.
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bsp; I gritted my teeth to keep from reacting, braced my hands on the table in front of me and shook my head slowly as she kept touching, and I kept just reacting because it was Serena, and eons ago before she fucking broke my heart—she was mine.
“Choose me,” I’d said in my head. “Choose me in front of them all!”
She didn’t.
She never would.
Our love was impossible.
And I knew more than her—how easy love could start a war.
She still wasn’t pulling her hand away, so I took matters into my own hands, and literally scooted my chair back, then slid my fingers up her thigh, digging into her skin the entire way up until I felt the string of her thong.
With a jerk, I tugged it until it broke, bunched her underwear in my hands, and then very somberly shoved them into my pocket all without looking away from my handy app.
“Give those back,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Better not draw attention to us,” I said in a bored tone. “Wouldn’t want you to get detention on the first day—again.”
“That was voluntary, and you know it!” She hissed.
I chuckled under my breath. “Whatever you say.”
“Junior, I mean it! I can’t walk around like this!”
“You can.” I shrugged. “You will.”
“Junior—“
“—Just admit defeat, you tried to win, and instead you just lost—embarrassingly. It’s going to take more than your hand to get me off, or did you forget?” Then I did turn toward her. “I’d rather drink poison than have you touch me ever again.”